When Xu Yi walked out of the imperial study room.
The rain in the sky has stopped long ago.
Instead, the sky is filled with silver flowers.
Xu Yi followed the little eunuch's footsteps.
Stepping on the snowflakes that had just covered the bluestone slab, he slowly walked towards the palace gate.
There is no time to enjoy the beautiful scenery along the way.
Not just because of the more than 100,000 disaster victims outside the city.
What's more, it was because of Emperor Zhengde's abnormal attitude in the imperial study just now.
As Xu Yi walked, the scene in the imperial study room kept replaying in his mind.
After Xu Yi took his seat, Emperor Zhengde changed his normal posture and his sitting posture was no longer upright.
His face was no longer full of majesty.
Instead, he was leaning on the back of the dragon chair like the old man next door.
He looked at Xu Yi with nostalgic eyes.
He slowly told the past in his mouth.
After talking for a full two-quarters of an hour, he waved his hand with a tired look on his face, asking Xu Yi to step back.
"Is he getting old after all and starting to miss him? Or regretting it?" For some reason, such an idea came to Xu Yi's mind.
The idea just came to mind.
Xu Yi shook his head repeatedly and threw it away.
Nothing else.
So what if Emperor Zhengde regrets it?
Can the dead Queen Zhao and former Prince Xu An come back to life?
Can the predecessor who was imprisoned for five years and finally died in depression survive?
Can the tens of thousands of people and officials who died tragically due to the witchcraft be brought back to life? jj.br>
Can the widow of the Zhao family, who fought for the country and had a loyal family, come back to life?
cannot.
There are some things that can't be changed by just saying regret.
Xu Yi looked at the palace gate in front of him, the corners of his mouth slightly curved, and then his expression returned to calm.
He didn't care whether Emperor Zhengde regretted it or not.
As long as it is certain that Emperor Zhengde has no plans this time, then everything will be over.
Will a wolf turn into a dog if he occasionally wag his tail?
No, he is still a man-eating wolf!
If anyone really regards it as a harmless dog.
Then you will definitely suffer from it.
The top priority is disaster relief.
Only after the disaster relief is completed can we truly get rid of the invisible prison of Youningyuan.
Only after the disaster relief is completed can we truly leave Chang'an City, a city full of turmoil and scheming.
Only after disaster relief is completed can we embark on the road to becoming a feudal lord and accumulate enough strength to protect ourselves.
Without enough strength, one will always live under the roof of others.
If the throne goes smoothly, will Xu Yong keep him in the world?
...
Si hour (nine o'clock in the morning.)
The Xuanpingmen soldiers braved the heavy snow and pointed their crossbows at the moat outside the city.
Rong Pingchuan was wearing armor and staring expressionlessly at the moat outside the city wall.
The veins on the back of the hand holding the handle of the knife were exposed.
It can be seen that at this time, he is not as calm as he appears on the surface.
Outside the moat.
Countless victims crowded together by the river, kowtowing in front of the city wall.
Praying to the city guards to let them into the city.
In the moat, there were hundreds of corpses floating quietly on the river.
A heavy rain caused the moat that had been dry for many days to flow slowly again.
A heavy rain forced hundreds of victims to jump into the river desperately.
Perhaps, falling to death or drowning is better than waiting for the body to gradually cool down in the wind and rain.
Not far away, the well-organized gathering place for the victims that was originally managed by Xu Yi was now in a mess.
Countless tents were lying alone on the cold ground.
Countless victims lay motionless on the muddy and cold ground.
The only porridge shed that survived the wind and rain became the only refuge for most people.
However, no matter how many porridge sheds there are, only a handful of people can be accommodated.
It is precisely because of this that violence and bloodshed occur all the time near the porridge shed.
The evil of human nature is fully exposed in disasters.
Rong Pingchuan sighed heavily and sprayed a long white mist from his mouth.
Turn around and walk to the other side of the city wall.
He couldn't remember how many times he looked into the city.
"Why haven't you come yet? Have you given up on them?" Rong Pingchuan looked at the streets of the city with red eyes.
He gritted his teeth and murmured in a low voice: "The general has not given up on us. The general has never given up on anyone from beginning to end. What about you, do you really want to give up on the victims outside the city?"
Rong Pingchuan clenched his fists and looked deeply at the streets in the city.
He sighed feebly, unable to tell whether it was disappointment or something else.
Just when he was about to turn around and walk to the other side of the city wall.
A figure seemed to appear at the end of the street in the distance.
Rong Pingchuan instantly raised his heart and hurriedly rubbed his eyes.
When he opened his eyes and looked again.
One figure turned into several figures.
Several figures turned into dozens of figures.
The clothes of the government officials are connected into pieces!
The sound of horse hooves comes from far to near!
"He's coming!" Rong Pingchuan couldn't help but waved his fists and shouted loudly: "Jingzhao Mansion is coming! Jingzhao Yin is coming!"
A moment!
Countless soldiers poured into the other side of the city wall.
Look around.
Hundreds of horses, surrounded by one person, rushed towards the city gate quickly.
Behind him, dozens of carriages carrying people followed closely!
"Jing Zhaoyin is here!"
"Jing Zhaoyin is here!"
"The victims outside the city are saved!"
The shouts of the soldiers passed through the city wall and crossed the moat.
It reached the ears of countless victims who kowtowed and begged to enter the city.
"Jing Zhaoyin is here?" The young disaster victim, who was wet and couldn't stop shaking, asked in disbelief.
Jing Zhaoyin, what these three words represent, everyone outside the city knows, no one knows!
"It's Jing Zhaoyin here! I heard it too!"
"I...I heard it too!"
"Yes... we can be saved. We... we can be saved."
"Quick! Get out of the way, Sir! Sir... Sir is here to save us!"
In an instant, outside the moat, countless victims dragged their numb bodies and slowly moved out of the way.
At the same time, outside the moat, there were loud cries.
Inside Xuanping Gate.
Rong Pingchuan and others quickly walked down the city wall.
"The guard of Xuanping Gate, Rong Pingchuan, pays homage to Master Jing Zhaoyin!"
"We, the guards of Xuanping Gate, pay our respects to Master Jing Zhaoyin!"
"We, the soldiers of the Xuanping Sect, pay our respects to Lord Jing Zhaoyin!"
Before Xu Yi arrived, there were waves of greetings coming from Xuanping Gate.
Xu Yi stopped his horse and said loudly: "No need for common etiquette, General Rong. Please open the city gate quickly and let us go out to provide disaster relief."
Rong Pingchuan raised his head and was shocked when he saw that Xu Yi was wet all over.
He hurriedly shouted: "Open the city gate!"
The words are over.
Rong Pingchuan turned to look at Dong Xing and loudly ordered: "Take three hundred soldiers to clear the way for Lord Jing Zhaoyin!"
They say it is to open a way, but in fact it is for protection. God knows what the scene will be like after leaving the city.
Xu Yi slightly cupped his hands and thanked him, but did not reject Rong Pingchuan's kindness.
First of all, this conforms to the rules.
Secondly, the situation outside the city is really unclear.
It doesn't take a while.
Three hundred elite soldiers escorted Xu Yi onto the suspension bridge.
When Xu Yi saw the victims outside the city spontaneously giving way to the road.
For some reason, the tip of my nose was slightly sour.
Xu Yi raised his head and rubbed his nose, taking deep breaths several times before he could control the fluctuations in his heart.
The moment he walked off the suspension bridge.
Countless victims slowly knelt down towards Xu Yi with trembling bodies.
There are no words here, but they are worth thousands of words.
Xu Yi rode his horse to get out of the way of the bridge.
He said loudly: "Fathers and fellow villagers, please get up quickly! Let's get through this natural disaster together! We will definitely get through it!"
The words are over.
Countless victims raised their heads, their eyes unclear whether it was rain or tears.
"Sir, can we really make it through? Many people have died..."
"Sir, I am the only one left in our family. I really don't want to die."
"Sir, I'm so cold. I feel like I'm about to die. Can you take me home if I die? I miss my father and my mother. It would be great if they were still here."
Xu Yi's nose became sour again and his eyes were slightly red.
After taking a few deep breaths, I stopped the sadness in my heart.
Facing the victims, he shouted loudly: "I'm here! This natural disaster will definitely be overcome! Everyone, just keep holding on and give me... give me two hours!"
"No! One hour! Everyone, hold on for one more hour!"
"It only takes an hour! Keep at it, we can get through it!"
－－－－－－Digression－－－－－
It was originally four thousand words long, but ended up deleting too much.
It will probably be very late if I continue writing.
It can only be sent out first.
Don’t worry, everyone, there will be another 4,000-word chapter during the day.
I'll try to get there before two o'clock in the afternoon.
